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What have You Done?	By : slytherincailin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Albus Severus/Scorpius Views: 5699 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Seven:

Albus was having the most sensational dream.

The dark-haired Gryffindor reclined on his back, his mind lost to his dream world as he hummed in contentment. Within the dream, someone was touching him, caressing him. Fingers of dazzling warmth pulled across his limbs, as though savouring every inch of skin he had to offer. The fingers were light, barely feathering across his skin as he tried to arch into them, a frustrated whimper leaving his throat.

A voice was by his ear in an instant, hushing him in a breathy whisper that caused his stomach to tighten and his palms to tingle. The voice was ghost-like, drawn out in a delicious hiss and cool against the heated skin of his pink cheek. His skin prickled at the contact, causing a shaky breath to leave his lips.

"Mine..."

The voice twisted the word, made it somehow erotic and forbidden. Albus felt a lazy smile drag up the corner of his mouth. "Baby I'm whatever you want me to be, just keep doing tha... Oh!" Albus arched as lips touched his throat suddenly, sparking there as though he was being pricked by electricity. He moaned deep in his throat as a small tongue darted out and licked a streak against his skin, leaving a hot, wet trail. This was magic, absolute and utter magic.

Albus writhed against the sheets, his dream so vivid he could nearly smell the girl that lay on top of him. He was surrounded by her perfume, a scent that was exotically floral and yet as thick as musk, like lavender or sandalwood. He couldn't place it, he knew only that he needed it; craved it.

A small hand rested on his shoulder suddenly, feverishly hot and incredibly real. Albus felt his mind stir, his eyes fluttering open as he woke from the sudden weight. His sight was blurring and he blinked blearily, starting when he realised that there was, indeed, someone on top of him.

He was not dreaming.

He frowned up at the pale creature, taking in the fall of thick silvery hair that curled around a slender, pretty face. The body was clad in silk pyjamas the colour of blue sapphires. Very male pyjamas.

Albus' startled eyes darted up to the face; his eyes focusing as he fully awoke and found himself staring up into the pale, beautiful features of Scorpius Malfoy.

He screamed.

It had probably been an overreaction on his part as the other boy was so startled he slipped from the bed and landed in a heap on the floor, his silver eyes flaring open in surprise. As Scorpius took in his surroundings and the sight of Albus shrieking, he too began to scream.

But it was a sound Albus had never in his life heard before, nor did he ever wish to hear it again. It was high and painful and like a spear through the Gryffindor's chest. The sound was agonizing and full of despair and grief. Albus flung himself from his bed as his curtains were pulled apart by Robbie Finnegan, the Irish boy paling as he caught sight of Scorpius, his hands rising to cover his ears. "What the hell happened?"

Albus ignored him and his other dorm mates as they began to get up, all cringing at the noise the smaller Slytherin was emitting. The dark haired Gryffindor approached his friend with his hands up, green eyes huge. "Alright, Score, hey, it's alright. It's me, Al, remember? It's okay, calm down, please."

Scorpius stopped his screaming as Albus approached, his heated silver eyes full of desolation and pain. "You reject me?" The boy's voice was odd, light and whispery and yet wholly Scorpius. His friend was there beneath all his new instincts, obviously aware of who he was and what he was doing. "You reject me, Albus?"

Albus darted forward, ignoring the cries of warning from his fellow Gryffindor's as wings sprouted from Scorpius' back, pale and feathered and beautiful. Albus pulled his smaller friend into an embrace as the boy tried to cocoon himself off, away from prying eyes. "Hey," Albus said softly, bewildered but eager to take the pain from the boy's eyes. "As if I could reject you, Score. After all we've been through?"

Albus wasn't sure why Scorpius needed the reassurance now, or why, for that matter, the boy had been in his bed; but he was willing to bet his life that it had something to do with his new creature aspects. As if he could reject his friend now and abandon him when clearly, Scorpius needed him. The boy had to have been half mad to have been in the Gryffindor common room, let alone a Gryffindor bedroom. Speaking of which...

"Er... Score, how did you get in here?"

The pale boy flushed darkly, smiling ruefully as Albus helped him to his feet and swiftly out the door. "I may have scaled the tower and climbed in through an open window in the common room." He muttered as Albus all but dragged him to the Headmistress' office. Despite his bewilderment at the situation and the quaking of Scorpius' slender body, Albus couldn't help but laugh at the image of Scorpius Malfoy climbing the side of Hogwart's castle in his blue silk pyjamas.

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Twenty minutes later saw both boys seated in McGonagall's office with a rather tense Draco Malfoy and a smirking Lady Malfoy.

Albus felt his cheeks heat as the elder Malfoy continues to stare at him, his grey eyes wide. "Er... Do you need me to tell you what happened again?" Albus asked in confusion, his eyes flickering to Scorpius as the boy curled against the arm of the couch, completely at ease.

Draco spluttered, his eyes darting to the Headmistress. "No, I do not need to hear it again! This can't be happening, McGonegal, there has to be some mistake!"

Minerva looked at him over the top of her narrow glasses, one eyebrow quirked. "That is Headmistress to you mister Malfoy. Regardless of your age you will continue to show me respect even in such... unusual circumstances. I'm afraid the logical explanation remains the same, though I am as baffled as you are." She pursed her lips at Scorpius as the boy subconsciously inched closer to Albus.

Astoria grinned at them as though the world's greatest joke had been revealed. "In truth, it's quite ironic, Draco. To think a Potter and a Malfoy, after all your years of rivalry. And a boy to boot! It's all rather amusing." Draco growled at his wife, one hand pulling at his pale hair as if trying to force a thought from his mind.

"Excuse me," Albus interrupted the scene with a frown, "would somebody mind telling me what's going on?" Scorpius nodded fervently beside him, his white wings safely concealed for fear of knocking something over. "I'd also like to be informed if it's no trouble. This does, after all, revolve around me. I can honestly tell you it was instinct alone that forced me to find Albus, I couldn't sleep without him. I apologize, father, I tried to ignore it but I... needed him."

Albus smiled at his friend, making the smaller boy blush prettily. "Missed you too, Score."

Draco swiped irritably at his face with one hand, his shoulders rounding in defeat. "It would seem, my son, that your Veela considers Potter an adequate mate. Whether that is because of your previous friendship with the boy or simply because this would have always been the outcome, I do not know. I know only that there is no changing your mind now that you have found him."

Scorpius blinked at his father, his Veela purring happily in his mind. It was almost a physical thing, as though it were rolling against his inner skull, making his more human thoughts fuzzy and distracted. He moved his stare to Albus to find the boy staring at McGonegal with huge eyes. His eyes lidded as he watched him, taking in not only his pretty green eyes and thick dark hair, but his broad shoulders, and his strong arms.

Albus was his mate? All those years of pining for the Gryffindor... could it have been because of his dormant Veela genes? This was not some sick fantasy on his part but a thing of nature, a thing that was occurring right before his very eyes. Albus Severus Potter was his mate. His.

But what if Albus didn't want that? Scorpius felt his heart stammer at the thought, his pain so real he brought a pale hand to his chest, as if that would prevent the thought from tearing at his heart. How could Albus want him?

Albus caught the gesture and his eyes snapped to Scorpius, his mouth softening as he saw the look of terror on his friend's face. That would explain the boy's staring, his need for nearness. A mate. He was the mate of a Veela. Naturally, Albus said the first thing that came to his mind when dealt such a life changing truth.

"I didn't know I was gay."
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